A Caged Bird Won't Sing

Title: A Caged Bird Won’t Sing
Author: RandyDaSpiff
Summary: 17-year-old Wren is kidnapped by a group of rapist, but between the mind games and rape she begins to feel the slightest hint of enjoyment for her new surroundings.
Rating: Nc 17
Warning Codes: N/C, Rape, Anal, Oral
Pairings: Wren, Robert
Feedback: Reviews are fine for giving me feedback
Characters: Wren, Ben, Robert
Beta Readers: N/A
Authors Note: Okay, this isnt that great of a chapter, but I felt really bad for having this up here with no sex at all... So there is sex.
Disclaimer: This story does/will contain rape. Please do not bitch about it. Rape is like the weather; it’s going to happen, you might as well enjoy it.

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Wren woke up from the deepest sleep she had ever been in; the food she had been given was drugged. She sat in her bed for a while but then the door opened, Ben and another man came in, this one was taller than Ben and a lot skinnier, he looked anorexic. Without saying anything Ben and the other man grabbed her arms and dragged her out of the door. She was led to a metal table in the room next to hers. She could see her room through the double-sided mirror and she saw the camera pointed at her now empty bed.
Ben pushed her down onto the table and shushed her when she protested, “This is Robert, he is one of our customers, now be a good girl and do what he says” and with that, Ben left her alone with the man, now known as Robert. Judging by the smirk on his face Robert was going to enjoy himself.
“Customers? What does he mean?”
Robert chuckled and sat down in one of the chairs, while Wren still sat on the table “It means I paid Ben and for the next,” he looked at his watch “Hour and 58 minutes you are mine” He stood up and found her bra straps with his fingers. He ripped them with a simple snap and her bra hung loosely off her breast. She tried to cover herself but he pushed her down onto the cold table and held her hands over her head. He whispered little things into her ear, things about how good he could make her feel and things about how much pain he could put her in.
By now he was laying on her, straddling her and holding her hands over her head. He fumbled with his belt and then the fly to his jeans and then his boxers and finally he wasn’t wearing anything on his lower half. Wren closed her eyes and turned her head to the side “Oh what, sweetie?” Robert cooed, “Do you not want to see me pop your cherry?” She shook her head and he laughed. She heard the ruffling and ripping of fabric and then something was covering her eyes, and then her wrist. Strips of cloth served as a blindfold and restraints “I would gag you” Robert said as he positioned himself between her legs “But I want to hear you scream”.
Wren had never experienced such pain, the tearing of her hymen, the pounding in-between her legs and the scratching of the screams in her throat. She could hear Robert grunt and groan almost every minute, and with each thrust he got louder and louder.
She could barely distinguish the heat of her blood from the heat of the friction of their skin and then the heat of the semen inside her, but she knew that she grew cold the moment he withdrew from her. She let a sigh of relief escape her now sore throat; she had never screamed so laud before. But the sigh was in anguish; for now she felt herself being flipped onto her stomach What good could this do? she thought but when she felt pressure being applied to her ass hole she knew. She began to plead and cry but to no avail. This wasn’t as bad as loosing her virginity, now at least she had blood and semen as a lubricant but this went on the same; the same friction, the same screaming, the same grunting, the same heat and then the same cold feeling.
He dragged her, by the arms, to the ground where he sat her on her knees. Something began to prod entrance to her mouth but she wouldn’t open it “Open up, sweetie” Robert cooed but Wren shook her head. A hand found its way into her hair and pulled her head back far enough that she let out a cry, at which point the prodding object gained entrance. It smelled almost as bad as it tasted, and it felt almost as bad as it smelled. Blood, semen, sweat and her own waste was being swished around by a limp penis, being rammed into her mouth by Robert “Suck on it, bitch, make me hard again” She didn’t comply until her hair was pulled again.
She started off slow until she realized the constant tugging at her hair was a sign for speeding it up. After only a few minutes of sucking as hard as she could he pulled out of her and a white gooey liquid was sprayed onto her face and breast. With that she heard fabric moving and then a door opening, she was alone. She felt tears seeping into the blindfold and she thanked God that she didn’t have to see what happened to her.
After a few minutes of biting at the cloth around the wrist she managed to rip it off, she untied the blindfold and walked back into her room. She couldn’t think of anything to do but cry, sit on her bed and cry. She was crying so hard she didn’t hear the door open, she just felt someone sit on the bed and she looked up. Ben was watching her, he liked a little sympathetic, but much more amused. She pulled the covers up and over her and tried to yell but the only thing that she could do was whisper “Go away”. She wanted to sound strong, she wanted to make it seem like this didn’t affect her in any way. But being whored off did affect her and she knew Ben could tell.
She wasn’t surprised when Ben didn’t leave, she was surprised, however when he wrapped his arms around her. He was hugging her, and he just sat there. He shushed her and told her everything would be alright and that she was fine but both of them knew she wasn’t “There, there, Kitten” he whispered, “He won’t be back for a few days”